Alpha Ace and his Undercover Mate

The next day, I woke up feeling determined to talk to Ace. The day before was wonderful, but I had to make today count.

I pulled on comfortable clothes after my shower and let my hair loose, since Ace liked it better that way.

With a pep in my step and a firm hand on my tummy, I made my way towards Ace's office. I knocked two times before pushing my way through, but unfortunately, he wasn't there.

Deciding to wait in there, I sat on his chair around his desk and really took my time to appreciate every detail of his office.

My eyes caught something on his desk, and I reluctantly retrieved the file that was opened. It was a monthly report of a woman's condition. I knew, because it was written in bold at the top of the paper.

MONTHLY REPORT OF JENNA WILSON.

As if right on cue, Ace walked in. He looked slightly surprised by my presence, but he didn't look annoyed or upset.

"You're up early" He said as he gave me my good morning kiss.

"Yea I wanted to see you"

His eyes flickered between me and the file that I was still holding, and I saw a small smile playing on his lips, but it was kinda sad. "I see you've found my mother's file"

out of my head as he said that,

He simply nodded and sat on his desk in front of me. Of course! How didn't I see

for him so I didn't want to push it. But of course, Ace

had a mental condition, but it was easily treated by her meds. But after dad died, not even the medicines worked" He had a regretful look on his face, but he was

clear" I tried to sound enthusiastic as I read over the

best friend that makes her feel

that. "I'd love to meet

actually planning on visiting her today.

the time to see that it was 8:30 a.m . For some reason I really

if I go ahead? I

before kissing my cheek. "Yea sure, why not? I'll let Ryan take you to the clinic. I'll be down a

know why I was so happy, but I felt like I knew his mom all my life. With one last kiss, I met Ryan who was already waiting

to definitely tell Ace about the mission later on, but

later we arrived at the clinic which was surprisingly small, but incredibly beautiful and cozy. The nurse that greeted us led the way to the visitors' room, and I noticed some other nurses giving me weird looks as they sniffed the air and gazed at my

months were over. But once we talk later, our mateship can

sofa. I patiently waited for the nurse to bring Jenna out,

happy and glowing like an eight year old girl. Her hair was full and dark, not a strand of gray

even wear those depressing pale gowns that some of the women wore. She